S'rring of Brown Uth

[Ivy]

Name: S'rring
Age: 25
Turnday: November 14, 2997
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownrider
Weyr: Inverness Weyr

Physical Appearance:
Serring is a blend of his parents - even if he doesn't know it. From his father he borrows his darker complexion, black hair, and rugged edge to his good looks. From his mother he borrows his gorgeous green eyes, and some of his softer features. Overall this makes Serring quite a good looking young man. He matured at a young age, by thirteen turns he was already a head taller than most boys his age - by now he's evened out to roughly 6'1". His build is musuclar but not overly so - more toned than bulky. One can tell by looking at his physique that he doesn't mind working. Serring prefers to keep his hair a bit longer, a hair past the tip of his ears - which allows some of the curl in his locks to show. His face he keeps trimmed, but more often than not a bit of stubble can be seen on his chin and cheeks. This just adds to his overall smoldering look, and lends him a few turns older in appearance than he actually is.

As far as dress goes - Serring is anything but flashy. He prefers practical and functional clothing over things that just look nice. Many of his shorts and pants have numerous pockets, which he often has filled with random nick-nacks he may need for something - even if when packing them he hasn't a clue what he might actually ened them for. Though in warmer weather most might find it more comfortable to wear sandals, typically Serring opts for shoes or boots - its not easy to run in sandals, and they leave your feet open for injury. Muted tones make up much of his wardrobe, with a few bolder blues, greens, and reds mixed in there ever so often.

Personality:
When it comes to his personality, Serring is lucky to have gotten more from his mother than his father. After all, while Serring is dependable and reliable, he is far from a 'stick in the mud' like his father. Not a full on rebel like his mother though, Serring seems to find a balance between the two. He is friendly but cautious. He is fun but doesn't take it overboard. He picks and chooses the rules he wants to follow, but is smart enough to not get caught breaking the others. He makes friends fairly easily and can be somewhat of a flirt with the ladies.

As for the odd side of his personality - he has this... thing.

He likes to pick up almost anything that isn't bolted down. Not to steal it of course, but to borrow. And only if its interestnig to him. He eventually gives it back, returning it to the original owner unharmed. Most of the time he doesn't even think about it before he plucks something up and sticks it in his pockets - it just kind of happens.

When Serring is on a mission - his own or one he was sent on by someone else - he tends not to fail. He'll move mountanis if he has to in order to finish his task, though most of them are thankfully easier than that.

In short you have a dedicated, reliable, friendly, intelligent, flirty young man who has the good looks and charisma behind to him to get him almost anything he wants. Luckily though he is never malicious, and he definitely is not power hungry.

History:
Seraph came to Fort Weyr young, freshly Searched from his life in a nearby hold. Few doubted that the young boy (youngest of his class) would Impress - but that is just what he did. Following Weyrling lessons, S'raph was trusted with the newest Candidates to be Searched for Forth - it was his duty to ensure they were ready to Impress when the time came. After all - he was still too young to be put on one of the fighting wings, they had to find use for him else where. A few turns passed and he did well with all his Candidate classes. Even when he'd reached an age that he could be put up to fight, the leaders decided against it. His Candidate classes caused little trouble around the Weyr and they were all well prepared - he was doing a good job.

He was doing just fine in his role as Candidatemaster - until one turn S'raph was given a difficult group. One girl was particularly rebelious, Ringg. Constantly breaking curfew, being caught drinking regularly, sneaking around outside of the Weyr - she was a constant pain in S'raph's ass. So what did the Candidatemaster do about this annoying young girl?

He slept with her.

Yeah yeah, it doesn't seem likely. Not like S'raph at all. In reality, he wouldn't have done it, had it not been for the feast that night. There were few reasons to celebrate around Fort, especially with the war going on. So when they found a reason, they celebrated it fully - even S'raph. A full wineskin into the night, and Ringg showed up. Just like her to break curfew and come to a feast when she should be in the barracks. And she had made sure she looked extra appealing that evening - she was shooting for a Bronzerider. Instead of landing the Bronzer though, she ended up with S'raph. The next morning the two of them woke up with headaches and looks of horror on their faces - and naught else.

A quick trip between on S'raph's large Brown should have prevented an unplanned and very unwanted pregnancy. Unfortunately for the pair - it didn't work. The baby Ringg was carrying (unknown to them) was not lost during the short trip between. So Ringg stood, still not showing of course, and she Impressed a lovely little Green who had a funny habit of referring to Ringg as 'Mines'. It was another few months before Ringg realized why - as her belly slowly filled out more and more.

Hiding her pregnancy during her Weyrlinghood was difficult. She didn't gain too much weight - was hard to with how much work she was doing. S'raph implored her to go between again (and again, and again, as many times as it took!) to keep her from getting into trouble (or himself, really he was more concerned with how he would look when it was discovered he was the father). However Ringg refused. Luckily for Rinng - and her unborn child - she went into labor before her Green was eight months old. Thus she avoided having to make up an excuse to skip out on their betweening lesson. The birth was a bit pre-mature but both Ringg and her son, Serring, made it through just fine. S'raph even attended the birth, which brought many suspicious looks from the Headwoman. His Brown did the best he could to try and calm down Ringg's Green - the weyrling dragon had no idea what was going on and nearly tore through the wall to get to Hers. All involved came through the ordeal unscathed - save for S'raph who lost his position as Candidatemaster.

Early life: 2997-3008

Thus Serring was brough into the world. His mother was delighted, but with her duties as a Weyrling and S'raph's duties as a rider... the pair agreed he should be fostered out to Ringg's family in Southern Boll. Her aunt and uncle had three children of their own, the youngest being a mere three turns old. So they did not mind taking Serring in. He was raised there in Southern Boll by Rhina and Admon as their child along with their true children: Mina, Arhion, and Damon. His childhood was rather uneventful and quite happy. No real tragedies befell himself or those aruond him. Sure he had to deal with the fighting going on between the Weyrs and the return of Thread - but eh was not directly involved, and neither was anyone he knew of. Knew of, being the operative phrase.

It wasn't until Serring was around ten turns old - nearly eleven - that Rhina and Admon decided to tell him about his real mother and father. They had planned to sooner, but they didn't want him worrying about his parents. The only reason they told him at all was because there were rumors a Search was coming to their hold - he was nearly of age, and should he be Searched for Fort they wanted him to know before he got there that his real parents lived there. Serring took it well, though of course he wanted to know everything about Fort and his mother and father. Were they in fighting wings? Why hadn't they come to visit? Did they not love him? What were their names? What were their dragons' names? What color dragons did they ride? Did Rhina and Admon think he could be a dragonrider some day? The questions went on for a full sevenday, and the older couple did their best to answer him. Then his turnday came and he was eleven - old enough to be Searched. The couple dreaded the sound of dragons wings over the Hold, and for a few days they were on edge. However no dragons came, and they fell into a false sense of security. They believed they'd be able to keep Serring and thus he would stay safe with the, away from the Weyr and the fighting.

This secure feeling was shattered less than a month later when a dragon on Search arrived at Southern Boll Hold. The rider was not recognized by any in the hold, but it wasn't as if they knew every rider from Fort. She took her time there, a full sevenday spent before she finally selected one boy to go with her to the Weyr - Serring. He was excited and nervous all at once, and as he handed his things over to the Greenrider he asked if she'd introduce him to S'raph and Ringg once they got to Fort. She offered a kind smile but said nothing, helping him up before they took to the skies. Going between for the first time (that he could recall), Serring closed his eyes until he felt warm air again. When he opened his eyes he expected to be met by Fort Weyr - but they flew over and descended into a different Weyr. Those weren't Fort's colors at all! Where was he?

Selenitas Weyr: 3008-3017

Upon landing the Greenrider explained to a rather hysterical Serring that they were in the southern Weyr of Selenitas. They needed Candidates in Selenitas, much more than the riders of Fort needed them. Besides, in Selenitas he'd be much better off - they were not actively involved in the war to the north. At least, not yet.

Serring was initially not pleased with being brought to the south - however over the next turn he slowly got over this displeasure. He made friends with other Candidates and settled in well - which was good since 3009 was a busy turn for Selenitas. Aside from C'leon raping one of the Candidates, both Fath and Aslath clutched that turn - and Serring stood for both clutches. Many of his friends Impressed but he was left standing both times. Shortly after Fath's clutch hatched, the Senior Weyrwoman passed away. Fath followed her rider into death, disappearing between.

Selenitas had lost one Gold - but luckily for them another came in her place. Kaegan and Gold Millieth arrived from Benden. Serring was not pleased about the Goldrider being from Benden, but a Gold meant clutches, which meant he'd have more opportunity to Impress. So he hid his distaste for the Benden woman (he was from Fort at heart after all) and continued on in his Candidacy.

The next turn Millieth and Aslath clutched. He stood. And once more he was left on the sands without Impressing. Millieth's clutch held quite a surprise for the young man - he'd never seen such... unique dragons before. She seemed prone to hatching out many mutated dragons. Most seemed relatively healthy, given their mutations though, so he was not very concerned. He wouldn't have minded Impressing one of them, even if it were mutated.

Again in the following turn he stood for three clutches - Milieth, Aslath, then another clutch of Millieth's. Each time he was left on the sands.

There was a break in the monotony of being left standing time and time again, when Benden attacked Selenitas. Later that same turn Fort initiated a small attack on the Weyr - injuring and even killing many Selenitas residents.

He stayed a Candidate - doing odd chores and jobs around the Weyr for the next two turns until Hepaticath clutched. Before the clutch hatched, however, someone attempted to steal some of the eggs. They were not successful though, and the hatching went on -leaving Serring on the sands again. Things were looking bleek for Serring. Time and time again he stood. Time and time again he was left behind as others Impressed. Time and time agani he was left a Candidate. Another turn brought two more clutches - Millieth's and Hepaticath's. Two more disappointments on the sands.

Another turn came - and with it another break in the constant 'wait and see' that had become his life. This time the 'break' was a bit more devastating - first the river was poisoned, leading to numerous deaths and illnesses. Luckily Serring was saved from both - though he lost some friends to the poisoned water. Later that turn, Fort had attacked and quite literally destroyed High Reaches Weyr to the north. This wouldn't have effected Serring in the least, except the few who survived from High Reaches sought refuge in Selenitas. This brought the wings of Fort to Selenitas' doorstep - and the attack was harsh. Casualties on both sides - and Serring felt torn. He'd come from a hold that tithed to Fort, that was loyal to Fort. His parents were, or had been - he wasn't sure at this point if S'raph and Ringg were alive or not - riders at Fort. But Selenitas had been his home for turns now, and seeing people he knew injured by the Fort riders was hard. The whole attack would have been even more confusing for Serring if he had realized his mother was in fact alive - and part of one of the wings attacking Selenitas. Ringg and her Green were following orders - the turns had broken most of the woman's rebelious spirit. Serring had even caught a glimpse of them over Selenitas before the attack - but he had no way to know that he was looking at his mother. Unfortunately Ringg was injured during the attack, she and her Green retreated to Fort Weyr - where Ringg later died as a result of her injuries.

The following turn, Wastelanders came and took over the Weyr. Ruling by fear and death. He hated them, especially since they'd defected from Benden - and only because a Fort Bronzer was the Weyrleader now at Benden. Pigs. Horrid men and women who were cold and ruthless. They definitely did not fit in down south where people were more laid back and more pacifistic. Their presence and forced take-over of Selenitas caused tensions to rise. A good number of people fled the Weyr - where they went, Serring hadn't a clue. He was merely a Candidate though, unimportant to the Wasteland riders in the scheme of things. So he kept his head down, and just waited for his chance on the sands again.

Serring knew he would be disappointed once more as he stood for Millieth's clutch - though when it came and once more he was left standing - he felt perhaps he was lucky. He didn't Impress and thus didn't have to know the extreme joy and then extreme hearbreak some of the others felt when four of the mutated dragons were murdered by Wasteland riders.

Infuriated as he was by the deaths of the newly hatched dragons, he kept a cool head and just continued on with his life. His life stuck as a Candidate. He had company though, in the Candidate Barracks. A young woman had failed to Impress as well. Ivy was her name, and the two of them formed a loose friendship - based more on mutual disappointment and physical relations than anything else. At least she took his mind off things.

And so he trudged on with his life as a Candidate destined to never Impress - waiting to see if he'd ever prove himself and follow in his parents' footsteps - or if he'd amount to nothing inside the Weyr.

New Selenitas: 3017-3020

Disaster struck, just as he was getting used to the new Candidatemaster in Selenitas (a shrill woman named Elisabeta) - a massive earthquake hit. Barely making it out unscathed, much of the Weyr was destroyed. Never fear though, as the exiled riders of Burimyu came and offered truce and sanctuary to the survivors of Selenitas.

It was in the NEW Selenitas (the weyrs re-merged into one weyr) that Serring attended a hatching. No, not a dragon hatching - a salamandyr hatching. Here he gained a companion, a Bronze he named Atlas. It was a curious and amazing experience, having another creature enter and share his mind. As amazing as being bonded to the salamandyr was, Serring found himself more concerned with another hatching that was soon approaching - Millieth's. And once more he stood at Millieth's hatching, waiting to be disappointed.

However this time, he was not. As a Brown named Uth - twin to the Brown Oth - Impressed to him. Thus Serring became S'rring of Brown Uth. Weyrlinghood was a welcome change from the monotony that had become his life when he was a Candidate. Chores were now replaced by lessons, and it was with great care he made sure each lesson was done properly. He provided the best care for his Brown as he could and watched as the hatchling grew and grew and grew.

A few months into Weyrlinghood, a Gold salamandyr had her run - Dementia. The run was... hectic, to say the least. S'rring was unable to stave off the feelings of lust and desire coming from his salamandyr, putting his dragon in a very bad place. Somehow both S'rring and Uth managed to come out of the run only slightly worse for the wear - and Atlas won, thus siring a clutch. The run only managed to drive a larger wedge between Au'gst and S'rring though - the roommates (as Au'gst was bonded to Uth's twin, Oth) did not see eye to eye. One was driven while the other was decidedly not.

Still life moved on, Uth continued to grow and mature. It was during his Weyrlinghood (which seemed to last forever) that S'rring picked up his second pet - a Blue firelizard he named Ladon. He continued with lessons until finally his weyrling class graduated into full riders. As a rider he would have all sorts of freedom to do as he pleased, or so he thought. Once more though he was pushed into training - wing training.

Train and train he did - and thus when the wars in the North came to a head and Selenitas allied with Benden in an effort to put an end to the wars once and for all he assumed he and Uth would be amongst those headed North to help. However his class was deemed too young and inexperienced still and they were left behind at Selenitas to help protect the Weyr from thread and felines - glorified babysitting really. It was while he was still stuck in the South he learned of something tragic - Leilani's death. He and the Greenrider had been growing closer and while they were by no means an 'item', S'rring had been hoping they would head in that direction. Now he'd never know what might have been between himself and the other rider.

Horrid as her death was, it wasn't in vain. The plan hatched between Benden and Selenitas leadership was a success, even without help from the younger dragons. The Dragon War was finally over, Fort was defeated.

Now Pern was left to pick itself back up and put together the pieces that turns of war had left behind. While they met in the North in a Summit, S'rring stayed in Selenitas and continued wing training. He had little worry or care for whatever the Summit was discussing - that is until they made their decisions and the new 'rules' were passed down throughout the Holds and Weyrs. S'rring was no crafter, but he still found it very unfair that now any who did hold a craft were being sent off to the Holds - and he would have no choice on if he stayed in Selenitas or was reassigned to Inverness.

To the North... Inverness Weyr: 3020-Present

The fates decided what was to come of S'rring and Uth - they were sent North to Inverness Weyr. It was either luck or by design that Au'ust and Oth were also assigned to the new Northern Weyr, so new in fact they had to help in building it.

Nothing much was required as far as actual carving thankfully, Inverness would be located within a dormant volcano in a central location on the Northern continent. Still there were some rough edges, furniture had to either be moved or made, the various common spaces and rooms had to be mapped out and set up in order for the Weyr to run smoothly. It was during this time of helping get Inverness set up that he met another Greenrider, just as his heart was getting over the loss of Leilani, and her name was Ithanna.

They hit it off, mostly due to the fact they were assigned to the same tasks most of the time. Uth even seemed to enjoy the company of Iwyrth, though never more than that of Oth or food. Once Inverness' construction and set up was completed Ithanna was sent off to Ruatha Hold - though she continued to visit. A few turns of her visiting and they became more of an 'item', seeing eachother casually whenever she could steal away to visit Inverness or he could slip off to Ruatha to see her.

Name: Uth
Color: Brown
(Base: 1F1400; Markings: 5B3200; Wing-sails: 150E01)

Age: 7 months (June, 3017)
Dam and Sire: Gold Millieth and Bronze Quarth

Egg: The Trick Shot Egg (by Tashe)
Could Millieth have laid another Queen? Because if there was one word to describe this Egg it would be massive. The Trick Shot Egg is by far the largest in the clutch, not even the Behind the Back Egg compares. A thick yellowy gold band divides the egg width wise in twain, leaving only the very top and bottom stark white in color. The texture of the egg itself is as smooth as polished marble with only a small divot in the top of the egg to disturb it's uniformity. It also sits at a slight tilt in its nest of sand, pointing away from the Queen's couch and toward the Stands. The Dragon who inhabits this temporary prison must have an overwhelming mind, for the candidates who touch it will be assaulted with clear, powerful feelings and never the same one twice. Even if they are simplistic in their nature. Touch at your own risk; headaches are common.

Appearance:
Brown like the wet, dark soil of the Jungle, Uth is a monster. Large, boxish and thick, there are very few who will want to take on Uth even at a young age. He and his brother have shorter legs and necks, making them look like a Dragonic version of a bulldog. They even have the square, powerful jaws for latching onto others for maximum destruction. Oh, did I mention Uth was muscular? Frightfully so in fact. He won't be fast in the air and his aerial maneuvers might be slow, but get in close and his reaction times are nothing to sneeze at. If he wants you in his jaws, you will be in his jaws. If you stray too close to his wickedly black talons, you'll be ripped up faster than you realize. His wings are long and broad, and they have to be, otherwise this Dragon could never get in the air. Because Uth and Oth are identical twins, it is physically impossible to tell them apart. Only mentally or by the word of them or their Riders can you even have the slightest chance of differentiating between these two Browns.

Other than being large and brown, Uth has one or two other distinguishing marks. Around his neck is a thick, band of color, closely related to the look of stained leather. Which brings us to the next topic; the thickened skin that all of his Clutchmates have. Starting around the base of his head, it travels down his neck and covers the entirety of his back, leaving his belly mainly free of the mutation. The majority of the thickened skin is the same muddy brown color as the rest of his hide, with of course, the exception to the 'collar' section of his neck where it interacts before spreading onto his back and stopping before it reaches his chest. The membranes of Uth's wings are slightly darker than the hide on the wings leading edge, and harder to see through than most of his kin. For the skin is stronger and more durable given the weight and mass it must support through the air.

Personality:
Uth may not be the sharpest Brown ever, but he's certainly got more of a head on his shoulders than his twin, Oth. And although he prefers taking orders, he doesn't mind handing them out. Sure, Bronzes are probably better at it than he is, but what the hay, a brother can try right? He and Oth work the best together, each relying on the other's strengths and weaknesses, but as in every pair of twins one takes the dominant role. Who better to do it than Uth? He's not as strong as Oth but he can use his all around conniving and subversive personality to out strategize his brother in mock battle. Uth is more about ability than brute force and will apply that to everything he does. Everything in life either training for something or a game to win. Even if he may not be the best at the game... he still tries. But one thing is for certain, the Brown will never disrespect a command from a Bronze who has his respect.

Perhaps the most remarkable thing about Uth is that he has a mental connection to Oth, as strong as any impression between a human and a Dragon. Oth and Uth are always in each other's minds, and therefore, partially in the minds of their twin's Rider. Their human's will be able to feel the presence of the other dragon, but not able to hear their thoughts. Because the two Browns are always together, they tend to use "our" "us" and "we" most of the time and will only say "I" "me" and "mine" when they differ in opinion. Like his Brother, Uth too has a vice that he loves to indulge in... and that is eating. Keeping up his muscles is a full time job don't you know? With an above average metabolism, gaining (but more specifically keeping) muscle requires tons of proteins, which he is most happy to oblige. Herdbeasts, ovine, caprine, even Runners are all fair game to Uth if you let him at them, he loves meat. Lots and lots of meat. Its not uncommon for you to see Uth laying near Oth with a bunch of bones scattered around, waiting to be chewed on to tide him over till the next meal. His human may have to watch exactly how much the Brown eats, so all that protein doesn't turn to fat.

Name: Atlas
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Bronze ~ Base: [D98719], Eye spot, wing sails, and socks: [B5A642]
Age: 5 turns, 8 months(May 3017)
Clutch: The Lunar Clutch
Dam and Sire: Harmony and Imp
Egg: Full Moon Egg

Appearance:
This bronze is rather large though perhaps unfortunately his bulk is not all muscle. No a rather nice cushion of fat pads his muscles and bones and gives him an almost cherubic appearance complete with cute cubby face. He has almost comically small wings that will never be able to bear his weight. Not that he seems to mind all that much. He gets along rather well on his own feet even if he tends to waddle and bounce a little as he runs. Yes runs. It seems that despite his rather chubby build the muscle underneath is strong enough to get him to where he needs to go with little problem. Which suggests that if his puts him on a decent diet and can keep him on said diet this bronze might actually shed a few pounds. Though he will always be what you would call big boned. Like his mother instead of a frill this metallic male sports frill tines instead of a frill, the tips of which are just sharp enough to draw blood should he strike them into anyone accidentally or on purpose.

If his physical appearance isn’t exactly the most beautiful at least he has the benefit of a handsome hide. This bonze is mostly a shiny copper color, the shade containing none of the greenish wash that is apparent on some bronzes. One large brass colored spot rings his left eye while his wing sails also carry the same coloration. The only markings besides the eye spot that are apparent on his hide are two brass ‘socks’ on his hind legs that terminate near his knees.


Personality:
He is far from having the commanding, valiant, and masculine temperament one usually attributes to bronzes. In fact this male is rather sweet and certainly a bit of a push over. He really doesn’t do well with insults or confrontation. In fact he would rather avoid anything of the like. He prefers compliments and cuddles most certainly. In fact he adores his to almost distraction. If it where physically possible he would probably have obnoxious red hearts floating above his head every time he interacted with his chosen. This isn’t to say that he ignores others though. Oh no he is entirely willing to make you his best friend if you’ll let him.

This bronze also had a fondness for the softer things in life. He absolutely loves gifting flowers to people in fact especially women. Oh and he adores silk and lace. Any type of silk and lace but most especially those pretty garments that human females tend to wear. Yes ladies he wants you for your lingerie. Problem is he doesn’t care if you’re wearing it at the time. He wants it and he’s going to try and find a way to get it. Which means his is going to have a lot of apologies to hand out once this bronze starts cleavage diving. Panty runs will also not be an uncommon thing for this bronze to do and his might just come home to a bed covered in collected frilly underwear with a large happy bronze curled amongst it purring like a pleased feline.

The thing is this male doesn’t seem to grasp that his underwear thievery is something to be ashamed about. So what if he stole your panties or breastband? He gave you a pretty flower in their place. Perhaps ironically while the male has no problems at all in talking and complementing human females when it comes to his own species he becomes immediately tongue tied and nervous. Oh he likes female mandyrs he does. He just can’t seem to talk to them without mixing up words and stuttering. He’ll be a frequent participator in runs despite this handicap and should he ever catch a female he will drown her in gifts and adoration. Better hope she’s not the jealous type though because even if this bronze manages to catch a permanent mate he’ll still compliment and adore any lace wearing female human in the vicinity.

Name: Ladon
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue ~ (Base: abfffd; Markings: 00d39d)
Age: 4 turns, 10 months (March, 3018)
Clutch: The Gift of Companionship 2.0 (Valentine's 2012)

Appearance:
Small. He's little, even for a Green flit; there are some gold Salamandyrs that will pass him up, and that's saying something. Unfortunately for him, his tail and wings are proportionally small. They are certainly functional, but they do absolutely nothing to make his frame look any larger. He's simply a little guy from hatchling to full growth, and there's nothing to be done about that. He's pretty scrawny, too, but surprisingly strong given how twiggy he looks. You won't see ribs or bones, at least. He's quite healthy, after all, just... little.

All of his features are sharp, too. Everything on him seems to come to a point, preferably a painful one. His claws are long and sharp (they will probably require trimming, assuming His can make him sit still long enough), his incisors are long enough to show even when his mouth is closed, and he will never be a fun flit to pet, what with the bony, pointed ridges running down his back. His muzzle tapers off to a wicked hook, and even the fork of his tail seems to be pointier than necessary. The hide down his back is wrinkled and thick, not all that pleasant looking, but the true surprise is his underbelly. There, the flesh is soft and warm, smooth to the touch and thin enough that you can see the faint traces of veins under his pale hide.

At first, he might look like a White, and he's nearly small enough to be one. Nearly. When you look closer, though, his hide is icy blue-gray, bluer in the shade and sparkling in the sun. When he flares his wings, though, his true colors literally show. His wing membranes are the vivid blue-green of a tropical sea, shading towards blue in actuality but compared to his light blue hide appearing more in the spectrum of green. Beyond the darkened membranes, he has no markings, unless you count the visible veins on his underbelly, green ichor seen through blue hide - the same color as his wings.

Personality:
He seems stand-offish at first, no question about that. Along with a bit of a napoleon complex, he's a painfully self-aware and patently insecure little beast, especially when it comes to his gender/color. He is a BLUE, thank you, and he goes out of his way to act like a typically obvious male. Extremely grumpy, especially when people think he's a white or call him 'it', he will absolutely go so far as to bite someone he doesn't like. Of course, he'd rather go sulk in a corner, but sometimes people just need to be taught a lesson. He's a master sulker, too, and even if someone has been taught a lesson, he might just go sulk to His anyway.

Another thing he hates: being underestimated. If people think he can't do something, he'll be the first to prove them wrong, and while he has the good luck to be a fairly smart and talented flitter overall, simply proving them wrong once is not enough. He has to do it over and over again, better every time. It can get tiring, but HE is never bothered. Do. Not. Underestimate.

Honestly, this flit would be kind of a mess if he was left to his own devices. UnImpressed, he probably would have spent the entirety of his short life in deep depression, only to be eaten by some horrible creature he was trying to taunt. Luckily, though, he impressed, and he's smart enough to know that his bonded basically saved his life. This translates into a deep, fierce love, somewhat equivalent to the love a parent might have for a child. He's still his grumpy self around His, but they are one of the few people this blue will adopt into his family. He loves getting attention from said family (belly scratches and cuddles are the best), and even if he still seems sharp and angry at the world, it will be clear that he is pleased with them. Enough love and attention from His could bring out this 'loving' side more, but it will take time and care. Luckily, as he is rarely far from His, time and care will not be hard to give.